The Year Book of Daily Recreation and Information: Concerning Remarkable Men and Manners, Times and Seasons, Solemnities and Merry-makings, Antiquities and Novelties on the Plan of the Every-day Book and Table Book ...T. Tegg, 1841 - Всего страниц: 2 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 100
Стр. 31
... took up , saying , Sir , you will he paid for your lead in the crucible , and so went out immediately . When he was gone , the goldsmith found four ounces of good gold in it , but could never set eye again on the little man , though he ...
... took up , saying , Sir , you will he paid for your lead in the crucible , and so went out immediately . When he was gone , the goldsmith found four ounces of good gold in it , but could never set eye again on the little man , though he ...
Стр. 33
... took from his bosom- pouch a neat ivory box , and out of it three ponderous lumps of stone , each about the bigness of a walnut . I greedily saw and handled , for a quarter of an hour , this VOL . I. - 2 most noble substance , the value ...
... took from his bosom- pouch a neat ivory box , and out of it three ponderous lumps of stone , each about the bigness of a walnut . I greedily saw and handled , for a quarter of an hour , this VOL . I. - 2 most noble substance , the value ...
Стр. 35
... took his leave , and said he would call again next morning at nine .-- I then confessed that while the mass of his medicine was in my hand , the day before , I had secretly scraped off a bit with my nail , which I projected on lead ...
... took his leave , and said he would call again next morning at nine .-- I then confessed that while the mass of his medicine was in my hand , the day before , I had secretly scraped off a bit with my nail , which I projected on lead ...
Стр. 65
... took his jour- ney into a far country , and there wasted his substance with riotous living . " * The original engraving , by C. de Malery , repre- sents the Prodigal running away from a woman who beats him down the steps of a tavern ...
... took his jour- ney into a far country , and there wasted his substance with riotous living . " * The original engraving , by C. de Malery , repre- sents the Prodigal running away from a woman who beats him down the steps of a tavern ...
Стр. 67
... took to Dr. Goode , a licenser , who deposed on the trial that he refused to sanction it . It seems that , about a year afterwards , when it had probably increased in size , Prynne applied to another licenser , Dr. Harris , who also ...
... took to Dr. Goode , a licenser , who deposed on the trial that he refused to sanction it . It seems that , about a year afterwards , when it had probably increased in size , Prynne applied to another licenser , Dr. Harris , who also ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
afterwards ancient appears April arms beautiful bell birds bishop Book breaks Sun rises called Candlemas castle Charles Charles II chess church court crown custom dance Day breaks Sun death delight died dress duke earl England fair feet flowers Fransham garden gentleman give gold green hand hath hawks head heart Henry Henry VIII hill honor horse James James II John king king's lady light lived London look lord March master ment Minnesingers morning Morris Dance never night Noble o'er parish passed person piece present prince queen reign Richard Plantagenet rises sets Twilight round says season sets Twilight ends Shrove Tuesday side sing song spring Sun rises sets sweet Teutates thee thing thou thought tion town trees Twilight ends h. m. walk William wood young
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 235 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Стр. 759 - At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Стр. 979 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and seeks her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
Стр. 241 - Perennially - beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries - ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And time the Shadow; - there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
Стр. 1197 - Leave me, O love . . ." Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust, Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Стр. 135 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Стр. 397 - ... is so sprightly up, as that it has not only wherewith to guard well its own freedom and safety, but to spare, and to bestow upon the solidest and sublimest points of controversy and new invention, it betokens us not degenerated, nor drooping to a fatal decay...
Стр. 1317 - Look! under that broad beech-tree I sat down, when I was last this way a-fishing; and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill...
Стр. 359 - It happen'd on a solemn eventide, Soon after He that was our surety died, Two bosom friends, each pensively inclined, The scene of all those sorrows left behind, Sought their own village...
Стр. 557 - SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo...